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More abt the hug on Abu Dhabi podium…

迟来的阿布扎比领奖台拥抱的衍生><

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The embrace on Abu Dhabi’s podium just bumped into his mind without any warnings. At the very moment when the warm face of the Spanish approached his shoulder, he suddenly had the strange but strong sense that they should have been so intimate. And he pushed the Spanish towards him heavily. The feeling of such a close distance and the thoughts of this man’s leaving afterwards appeared in Charles’ mind, combining and striking, forcing out Charles’ tears, almost. Charles loosened his arm, but Carlos did not end, who touched his hair softly, then the neck. The temperature of Carlos’ palm was a little bit lower then his with a handful of champagne, while at that very second Charles felt himself caught tightly by Carlos’ single hand, and so his whole world, his beating pulses together with his pale green eyes, were totally controlled by this man in his hug, Carlos. He did have a shelter for rest within that second, filled with his genuine heart, tagged with the name “Carlos”.

*Thk for reading and forgive my awful English writing skills… ToT

（其实是最初是用中文写的！

他毫无征兆地想到领奖台上香槟混杂的那个拥抱。西班牙人带着温度的一张脸凑到他肩头的那个瞬间，他忽然生出一种他们应该更亲密的陌生感觉、于是他用力将对方的躯体向自己怀里按。胸腹紧贴的充实感和即将分别的空虚感在Charles体内相融又相噬，他几乎要流出眼泪来。然后他手上松了劲，但西班牙人又那样习��性地抓他头发、往下摩挲到后颈。对方的手掌沾满香槟、比自己脖颈温度低一点，而在那个人声鼎沸的关头他被Carlos抓着，在那个高耸的颁奖台上他缓慢地眨了眨眼，只知道自己的全世界、一个跳动的脉搏与一双淡色的眼就这样渺小，就这样被一个手掌大的皮肤全部容下，于是他有一个栖息的港湾。即便不那么温暖也不那么安稳也是港湾，短暂的一秒钟的、名为Carlos的港湾。

*第一篇tumblr献给太喜欢的Charlos两位。